He dived into the hundred thousand army by himself. Most people would call him a fool. But what I saw was curiosity. He made the whole battlefield his training ground as he wasn't going all out.
He sliced through their army like it as nothing. Every second, a head flies and another one follows it... and another one... and another one... It was like the dance of the demons. But the ones that are getting killed are the demons themselves.
A single swing of his sword, death follows. As he moves, a trail of bodies were left. As he breathes, his dominance on the battlefield increases.
For the first time, it wasn't smiles that I saw on the demon's faces. It was fear. They were just there, suffering in fear, knowing that they can't get away. The moment they realized that he was near them, the last thing they see is his unwavering eyes filled with curiosity as he toyed with the battlefield.
